Just like sleeping, Fu Qian has never been against this kind of special thinking activity, no matter whether the content is beautiful or not.
It's a pity that this clear dream is actually too clear.
Fu Qian looked at the scene around him that had not changed at all and shook his head.
Theoretically speaking, I do have quite convenient self-hypnosis technology, but the content of my dreams has always been too realistic.
If no special processing is done, it will always be a direct mapping of the surrounding area.
It doesn't mean that there can't be magical or abnormal creations. As long as you think about them, you can have as many as you want.
But here’s the problem, you need to “think” yourself.
Everything exists according to its own will, and you are the master in the true sense.
In this case, exploring the spiritual world is as boring as making up your own game and exploring it yourself.
Even the realism is not limited to this, the mental state is also the same.
The loss of control and slackness in dreaming does not exist in oneself, even if the distribution of will has been adjusted to the greatest extent to allow the level of dreaming to be as high as possible.
It's a pity that reason always follows him and never leaves him for a moment, which is fundamentally different from the attitude of previous victims.
Speaking of which, although my proficiency level has been improved quite a lot, this is still a rare and exclusive dream created for myself.
While sighing, Fu Qian finally stood up and walked step by step towards the amber wall in front of him.
The next moment, with an undetectable ripple, the wall melted like gel, forming a small arch right in front.
Fu Qian's steps didn't stop and he stepped out directly.
…
There are boundaries to clear dreams, and this was tested very early on.
If you walk all the way to the edge in a dream, it will be chaos shrouded in fog.
Although I didn’t think it would necessarily apply to me before I paid.
As the master and core of dreams, it is not too strange that dreams will extend wherever you go.
As for the extension method, you can also refer to the realism theory above, that is, if you don’t deliberately control it, the real scene will be restored.
So now the question is, what will happen if you walk out from the top of the tower?
The scope of the dream just now was very clear, limited to the interior of the tower.
In this case, you only need to walk a few steps to reach the border easily.
What will happen if you go through the wall and continue outward? Without deliberate control.
Will the borders expand? This seems likely.
And then he stepped on the air and fell down?
If we think about it realistically, it seems that it should be like this, but it's a pity...
Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at the amber hanging ladder he had never seen before.
It's like the top of the tower melted into syrup and flowed down to form.
Is it actually to this extent?
The hanging ladder is light and thin, and the visual effect is excellent when viewed from this way.
It's a pity that I didn't have any interest in appreciating it before I paid it, and I sighed in my heart when I went downstairs.
This scene seemed to come out of nowhere, allowing the magic of the dream to be reflected to a certain extent, but in his eyes, it was a more boring development than falling headlong.
The former at least follows "reality" a little bit, while the latter can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of self-centeredness.
Wherever you pass, you will have your own path.
He is indeed the master above all this.
There is no need for subjective will, it is automatically followed.
But this will also mean that the possibility of exploring the unknown through this form is infinitely compressed.
Going further, flying into the sky, or drilling underground will not make much sense.
This is just a pure toy, and all you get is the story you make up for yourself.
It's an interesting irony that the dream master doesn't really dream.
Snap!
I snapped my fingers before paying and ended the first test directly.
The moment he returned to the top of the tower, he took off the messenger mask.
…
"I don't know if the new identity certificate will be effective..."
Returning to the warehouse, before paying, he once again picked up the bread-shaped umbilical cord on the table and muttered to himself.
Holding this object means that you are a superior person in ancient times. Will this identity change your situation in the dream?
With the second improved plan, he put on the mask again and left again.
It doesn't seem good.
With the umbilical cord in one hand and the other hand opening up a clear dream, Fu Qian returned to the top of the laboratory and frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to have not changed.
It’s not that there have been no changes. In fact, the moment I fell asleep, a familiar sound already sounded in my consciousness—the cry of a baby, just like in Akons.
Even as it quickly became louder, the evil feeling contained in it was no less than it was at that time, so much so that it seemed that the walls in front of me were forming dark knots.
Although it doesn't cause much pressure on myself, if a guest is invited in under such circumstances, the scene will be difficult to predict.
What's more, the crying is not the only strange thing. As the master of dreams, Fu Qian can clearly feel the gathering feeling of demons similar to Akons at that time.
If you dig the floor beneath your feet for a while, it wouldn't be surprising at all to be able to pull out some great sword or something like that.
Including the fog outside the edge of the dream, there seems to be abnormal power brewing, and it is no longer nothing.
This is a two-way rush, and crying is just like yourself, an essential part of dreams.
Of course, the person in control is still yourself, and if you want, you can really stop the crying with your thoughts.
But that doesn't make it "not exist".
Even the act itself defines them.
Suddenly, I could understand how the opponent I had never met before in Akongsili felt when he converted that place.
In the midst of sympathy, Fu Qian was already shaking his head and looking at his feet.
On the one hand, he didn't really respond to the cry, and on the other hand, he didn't waste time and just repeated his old trick and walked out through the wall again.
Facts have proved that ancient high-ranking people still failed to fall from the stairs, and even the styles of the hanging ladders under their feet were similar.
Although the appearance is a little scary.
The epidermis is pink and white with mucus, and the bottom layer is dark red with blood congestion. When walking, it feels like stepping on a living body.
Unfortunately, this does not change its essence at all.
If the original dreamland was just a toy that was written and directed by myself, then now, it just adds a little element of curiosity to it.
And these elements are the same as they were in Akons, and there is no possibility of helping to break through the dimension, when viewed from the perspective of a dream master.
The second plan was still unsuccessful. The identity of the ancient superior did not fundamentally change the dream.
As a foreigner in this world, there seems to be an invisible barrier that prevents me from touching the spiritual world.
What exactly would this barrier be when it comes to the transcendent level?
What does it have to do with san value?
After thinking silently, he snapped his fingers and activated the mythical form.